Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1887-01-15

"Keep It carefully, he said. Neither you
nor / know how soon 1t may be of use 10
you"
Receiving the copy from him, she felt me-
chanically In her apron for her pocket book
She had used 1t in playing with the dog, as an
object to hide from him; but she had suf.
fered, and was still suffering, TOO keenly TO be
capable of the effort Of remembrance Moody,
eager TO help her even In the most trihng
thing, guessed what had happened. "You
were playing with Tommie,n he said sis it
in the next roomr
The dog heard his name pronounced
through the open door. The next moment he
trotted into the drawing room with Isabels
pocketbooL in his mouth. He was a strong,
well-grown Scotch terrier of the largest
size, ~ h bright intelligent eyes, and coat
Of thick curling white hair, diversified by
TWO light brown patches on his back. As he
reached the middle of the room, and looked
from one to another of the persons present.
the fine sympathy of his race told him that
there was trouble among his human friends.
His tail dropped; he whined softly as he APP
preached Isabel and laid her pocketbook at
her feet
She knelt as she picked up the pocketbook,
and raised her playfellow Of happier days to
take her leave of him. As the dog put his
paws on her shoulder, returning her caress,
her first tears fell. Foolish Of me-" she
said family, ito cry over a dog. I can't
help it Good-by, Tommiep
Putting him away from her gently, she
walked toward the door. The dog instantly
followed She put him away from her for
the second time, and left him. He was not
to be denied; he followed her again and
took the skirt Of her dress in his teeth, as
| II to hold her back. Robert forced the dog.
| growing and resisting with all his might, to
let go of the dress. Don't be rough with
| him, said Isabel ''Put him on her lady
ships lap; he will be quieter there" Robert
obeyed He whispered to Lady Lydiard as
she received the dog; she seemed to be still
incapable Of speaking-she bowed her head
in silent assent Robert hurried back x
Isabel before she had passed the door. "Not
alonep he said entreatngly. "Her ladyshir
permits it, Isabel Lat me see you safe ts
your aunt's house,
Isabel looked at him, felt for him, and
yielded
"Yes," she answered, softly; ito make
amends for what l said to you when l was
thoughtless and happy" She waited a little
to compose herself before she spoke her few
| farewell words to Lady Lydiard "Good
by, my lady. Your kindness has not beer
thrown away on an ungrateful girl l love
you, and thank you, with all my heart"
| Lady Lydiard rose, placing the dog on tht
chair as she left it. She seemed to hav'
! grown older by years, instead Of by minutes
in the short interval that had passed since
she had hidden her face from view
| II can't bear itr she cried, in husky
broken tones Isabel Isabel forbid you
| to leave mew
But one person present could venture to re
sist her. That person was Mr.. Troy-anG
Mr.. Troy knew it.
Control yourself" he said to her, In
whisper ''The girl is doing what is best anC
most becoming in her position, and is doinI
it with patience and courage wonder
full to see She places herself unde
the protection Of her nearest relative unit
her character is indicated and her pc
sition in your house is once more be
yond doubt. Is this time to throw oh
stacles in her wayl Be worthy Of yourself
Lady Lydiard, and think of the day whel
she will return to you without the breath O
a suspicion to rest on her."
There 'was no disputing with him-he wa
too plainly in the right. Lady Lydiard sui
mitted; she concealed the torture that he
own resolution inflicted on her with a
endurance which was indeed worthy of hel
SELF Taking Isabel in her arms, she kisse
her, in passion Of sorrow and love. IN
poor dearl My own sweet girl! don't SUI
i hat fhiu 10 n 6fcrI I shall CO
you again--often and often shall see 20
again at your aunt's." At a sign from M
Troy, Robert took Isabeps arm in his an
led her away. Tommie, watching her frol
his chair, lifted his little white muzzlc as hi
playfellow looked back on passing the door
way. The long, melancholy farewell hov
of the dog was the last sound Isabel Mill,
hes ID as she left the house.